Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come like

(scratched)
I've got a few I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya away, do not stay
'cause the wrath of the gift be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a brother'll this
Another ferocious jam, I smother the
I hover above the of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and bo bo with the gun
And a in a munch chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds these
Run over enemies and I in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is but a mere setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet
I'm a dog, running through the
wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
gotta do the tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, bust a
With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little when the rap bump
on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
shit, riff with dipshits
This shit is the mischievous of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down
with a new flow medley outgrow you step back
To the black a fat rap with a fat sack
a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it to the brother land
and I was smotherin' stupid idiots Tarzan
Givin' to the brother man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How easy and wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the heart of the
Gettin' wild the art of the rumble,
never amount to be than Dumbo
'em mumble, make 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it that
the end to the other end never gonna end,
set a with the maniac mic clutch
Hey by the ba?, said you keep your day job
my competitors never know the touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a beat
Rappers fail to me, like a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
cretins grow through idiosynchrosy
Peels up, up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, dank
No what is lurking
I hero it, but I sense a jerkin
I proceed to bust a
'cause I trust the design in the mind of the rhyme
about impossible to find
What a disgrace to the of wack mc's
I am because I choose to my ground
FIRM and the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've earned entry attained
And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to is that
The deeper creepin' the more we find sleepin'
And slippin' just shootin' dead lips on a
Its missin' the reason the gift been given the rhythm
'cause that just the way been livin
And thrive in the essence, and its easy
To recognize analyzing ?the bo?
Surprises the in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy their fantasy world
Can it be damaged the bones
of the and men thats exploting my culture
Can't understand every breast you touch
was as up ?paper scun? be one motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- to say is that
The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, this
I thought we established the wackness
Presented in the cemented
by the bumblin' brothers tumblin' down
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the flock
We one magic stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while
Not trippin no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines
Or over no line at the
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a glock in the

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the camels being up
The men, loading up
a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the bottom
Of a myserious -- a very mysterious place
What's I see? Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I even describe you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm
hell of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a ripped off note of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making sure you beat the
Making sure Born came out his mother's stomach
covered with the lyrics kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can colors rhyme
And have the whole goddamn yellin uncle at you and even
Still take the time big up little ?egg?, can you
Big up Born, this little bottle
Or that you would even be lightly with little, little words
That you tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs
You even back a sliver roach, you know
That type shit, and then me wreck this stage
Boy like I got your daddy's style around my waist
And then me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, I just ain't little rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I thought it was
Lyrics Born that lyrics born, lyrics born
And then I can't do no more, I'd be like
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you used to play my record on the way to the